It would be interesting to see what Shakespeare would blog about if he were alive today.
He was a great writer, and his works are still being studied and enjoyed centuries after he wrote them.
Hamlet is one of the plays I’ve enjoyed in the past, especially the “to be or not to be” scene.
If Shakespeare were blogging today, it’s likely that his posts would be full of clever insights and observations about the world around him. He was known for his sharp wit, so his blog would no doubt be full of memorable one-liners.
Fans of Shakespeare would no doubt flock to read his blog, and it’s even possible that he could attract new fans who have never read any of his work before.
I was reminded about this when I recently bumped into a soliloquy from Shakespeare (Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1). And I wondered… If it was rewritten with the perspective of a blogger in the 21st century…
Here’s my 21st century stab at the above Hamlet Shakespeare scene.
To blog, or not to blog, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the quest to suffer
The writers block of outrageous content,
Or take pens against a sea of websites
And by opposing end boredom. To write – to type,
No more; and by a blog to say we publish
The heart-ache and the thousand missed visitors
That post is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To write, to type;
To write, perchance to discover – ay, there’s the niche:
For in that write of blogging what content may come,
When we have shuffled off this writers’ block,
Must give us pause – there’s the keyword
That makes calamity of so long blogs.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of poor posts,
Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud writers’ contumely,
The pangs of dispriz’d posts, the schedul’d delay,
The insolence of wifi, and the autocorrect
That reader merit of th’unworthy critique,
When he himself might his blogging make
With a bare screen? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under weary fingers,
But that the dread of something after publishing,
The undiscovere’d niche, from whose bourn
No blogger returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those articles we have
Than tweet to others that we know not of?
Thus nay writing doth make procrastinance of us all,
And thus the native idea of resolution
Is drafted o’er with the pale cast of taedium,
And enterprises of great grammar and motivation
With this regard their posts turn awry
And lose the call to action.